Thriller Paradise Chapter 291: The battle for the cloak (end)

Fortunately, Feng Bujue drank the survival value supplement before making the move, and then he escaped, otherwise he may be exhausted due to overloading the skills.

However, his stamina level has returned to zero after all, and he immediately felt his whole body weakened, and his body fell uncontrollably.

At the same time, the multiplied virtual flash has completely smashed the Pegasus Comet Fist and swallowed the seven kills.

"God... I can't believe it..." Gordon put down his binoculars and exclaimed as he watched the black shock wave breaking through the sky.

The well-informed Nightwing was also surprised, and this time even he was a little bit looking for help from heroes outside of Gotham City.

"Chief! Did you see it! My God!" The police officers on the two helicopters could see more clearly. At this moment, they all took walkie-talkies and described incoherently the wonders they had seen.

After the collision of the two extreme moves, a rough and deep gully appeared on the roof of the Wayne Building, and the two people performing the moves had fallen to the ground at this time.

Seven Killers face up to the sky, gasping for breath. In the few seconds when he was hit by the virtual flash, he felt as if he had been watered by magma, and he felt that the cells all over his body were about to evaporate.

After the virtual flash, the bat suit on his body was already tattered, and 60% to 70% of it was destroyed. The game clothes worn on the inner layer were almost intact under the protection of the system.

If the bat suit on the Seven Kills was bought from the "Scare Box," then the legendary items would not be easily damaged. But at the moment, the bat suit he is wearing is a piece of equipment that is acquired in the script and cannot be brought out. In other words, this set of equipment is under its original "universal environment", so it is not protected by the system, but continues to obey the inherent physical laws of this universe.

Take an example. The same is true for Cold-Blooded Battle Armor being destroyed by RPG. If there is a version of the cold-blooded battle armor that can be brought out of the script, then as long as the battle armor is worn by the player, it may not be broken even if it is hit by a missile (of course, the part that hurts the player that exceeds the defense force still has to be swallowed ). But you can't take away the version of the script, you have to follow the current world settings. The material always has a limit of endurance, and the destructive power exceeding this limit can destroy it.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..." After Seven Kills breathed up, he laughed loudly to the sky: "There is still such a hole card...hahahahaha..." He smiled and stood up: "Unreasonable..." He laughed. It reveals a kind of joy from the heart. But there is also a little helplessness: "I really can't guess you."

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A white glow suddenly shot.

Feng Bujue was lying on his side on the ground, and with the last bit of strength, he launched this attack with a frozen pulse gun.

His posture at this time is quite weird, with his head tilted to the right and slumped on the ground; his two arms are stretched at a ninety-degree angle to the body, his right arm is against the ground, and his left arm is pressing on the right arm... Only in this position can he shoot while lying down.

"Cut...so difficult..." Seven Kills hadn't stood up completely when he was hit by the freezing ray. The freezing ray hit his leg, spreading rapidly around it. As a result, the seven kills were frozen in a squatting posture.

Feng Bujue's side is also miserable. It was the first time that he experienced the feeling that the survival value was zero. To describe it, it was like when a person was having a nightmare, his whole body was unable to use his strength, and he could only act in a state of anxiousness.

Lying down and shooting isn't because Jue thinks this posture is handsome, but because he can't even sit up right now. The power he concentrated, gritted his teeth and squeezed his teeth was only enough to press the trigger of the frozen pulse gun.

All he can do now is to maintain the output of the beam. Pray that through the diffusion effect of the freezing ray, the whole person of the seven kills will be frozen in the ice, so that they can be suffocated to death.

Unexpectedly...a situation that no one wants to see. It happened at this moment.

After continuously outputting the beam for tens of seconds, the pulse gun's power has been exhausted...

Two seconds after the beam stopped, Feng Bujue let go with a clatter, letting the pulse gun slip to the ground.

In the night sky, the evening breeze is blowing...

Seven Killers stood in a squatting position with knees bent, and his feet were sealed in ice from the bottom of his feet to his chest. Only the head and the forearm of the right hand can move.

Feng Bujue was lying on the ground, motionless like a dead pig. He repeatedly told the same word-"Fack" with his eyes.

"Well, when the ice melts, I'll take care of you." The Seven Kills pretended to be calm.

"When I come back, you will be the one who will die." Feng Bujue replied unwillingly. His voice was as if he had just swallowed a sip of mustard, which made everyone feel strenuous.

"The people on the helicopter will report on our virtues, and soon there will be police and superheroes coming here to clear the field. Then they will break the ice in order to arrest me." Seven kills said: "When I break out of the ice, as long as I rush to your side with all my strength and make up for it, you will be finished."

"Your analytical skills are too poor." Feng Bujue still struggled to say this, but his voice has recovered somewhat: "After the clearing man comes, as long as I lie here, The emoticon that the deputy has just been forced to X. So... before you get out of the ice, I have been carried to the street, taken into the ambulance and drove away."

"Okay... you are too pressing." Seven Kills moved his right hand hard, bends his elbow very reluctantly, let his forearm slightly bend to his torso, a white light flashed, and he took it out of his suitcase smoothly. A pistol.

"Ha! It's as if you can hit someone." Before the opponent fired, Feng Bujue laughed.

In fact, the distance between the two is less than 20 meters, but the shooting specialization of the seven kills is only E-level (at this time the special effects of the Batman suit have disappeared), and the posture of the forearm is limited, it is indeed very Hard to hit the target.

"I advise you not to be too reluctant. If you shoot like this, your recoil might break your arm." Feng Bujue mocked, "According to my guess, you only have fighting expertise. Very strong, other specializations are not good. But shooting specialization is a good thing to practice from N/A to E level. As long as you have a gun, you can use it from time to time to play. You are already thirty-one. Level. So I guess, you are E-level..." When he said this, he tried to support the ground with his hands and finally sat up successfully: "According to my understanding of the comics, the bat dart has a tracking function. But you need to cooperate with the positioning system in the bat helmet to do it. The reason why your previous tentative attack is accurate is that, right? But now, I see that your helmet is also damaged...just the power of the wrist, throw it out Even if his dart can hit. It won’t kill me."

Brother Jue took a few deep breaths. Take a look at the game menu. The recovery of physical fitness is slower than expected, and much slower. It seems that once the physical fitness returns to zero, the damage caused is not just as simple as the data. This is like a football player in reality. When the physical strength is insufficient on the field, he has to walk and run to adjust; if he continues to run wildly regardless, it may lead to physical overdraft, then the cramps are considered mild, and shocks are all may.

Thriller Paradise restores this kind of reality to a certain extent. In this game, you can recover your strength after you lose your strength. It is completely different from slowly recovering when there is a little bit of strength left.

"So, you chose a gun." Feng Bujue continued with the words just now: "But I said, in your current situation, this kind of attempt is futile."

Seven Kills also sighed: "Huh...it seems I should practice marksmanship in the game."

"What?" Feng Bujue's detective instinct always made him make some conditioned reflexes for death. As soon as the other party spoke, and a second later, Brother Jue also blurted out: "Are you a policeman? A soldier? Shooting or hunting." Association member?"

Seven Kills is still in surprise, Feng Bujue said again: "Looking at your expression, it seems that you don't want others to know. Is it a killer? A spy? An older youth poisoned by amusement machines?"

"Uh..." Seven Kills was in a dilemma that was difficult to answer.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what it is, I'm not interested." Feng Bujue said. Raising his hand hard, he took out the endless grenade box from his suitcase.

Seeing that the other party took out the grenade, Qisha felt that something was not good. He tentatively asked: "I said, Brother Mad, can you really throw the grenade in your current state?"

Feng Bujue took out the anti-gravity catapult again: "I don’t need to think about this kind of problem at all. I just need to know the time from when the fuse is pulled to the explosion. The speed of the grenade flying in a straight line, and between you and me. The three distances are enough." He let out a long sigh of relief: "The next calculation will be done by elementary school students."

"What do you mean..." Seven kills stared at the anti-gravity catapult in the opponent's hand. Although he hadn't seen the specific function of this thing, he also guessed it after hearing Feng Bujue's words. two.

"Hehe...means, your situation is not good." Feng Bujue smiled: "After eating my trick (the system prompts him to know the name of the random skill), you haven't Have you drunk the survival value supplement." As he spoke, he was ready to launch, "If you think you can eat the explosion damage of two Mark-type grenades at close range without dying when you are full of blood. You can drink it now, otherwise... I advise you to save some game currency."

When Feng Bujue's first half of the sentence came out, Qisha really quickly reached out and took out the blood bottle when he reminded him. However, after listening to the second half of the sentence, he thought about it for a few seconds before taking the blood bottle. Put it back.

"Huh...haha..." Seven Killers smiled relieved, and he shook his head: "Crazy...I will remember this ID this time."

"Goodbye, one-on-one." Feng Bujue said, pulling off the grenade fuze.

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Real world, S city, L park.

The park at night is already empty, but a swing deep in the park is still swaying.

"Is it over?" Vincent's hands hooked the chains on both sides of the swing, making the swing move back and forth slightly.

"Hehehe...you talk to me in such a boring tone, 80% of you have a conspiracy..." Woody's figure appeared abruptly two meters in front of Vincent, and he did not answer the other party's proposal. The question, but looking around, then pointed at the other swing on Vincent's right hand with his finger: "That is the'death swing', right?" He paused: "You are sitting on that ordinary swing. Putting on a relaxed and comfortable appearance, creating psychological hints, in fact, you want to lead me to sit next to you and talk to you, and then I will be bounced into **** by the death swing."

"Heh..." Vincent couldn't help but laughed: "Oh...it seems that this level of deception can only deceive Sid."

"I'm also curious...Is this thing really as powerful as the legend?" Woody looked at the swing.

"Why do you think I am here?" Vincent replied.

"Oh...hehehe..." Woody smiled knowingly. He answered the question as soon as he heard the question: "The last guy who was sent to reclaim the swing, he died because of his low hand, right? "

"That's why I want to lead you over. Try the power of this swing." Vincent said.

"Hehehe...This is as inexplicable as your last attempt to kill me with the'One Hit Kill Tomato'." Woody laughed, "Let’s talk about the gambling game, Feng Bujue has already won. Hehehehe..." He couldn't help but smirk at the end.

"Sure enough, he won..." Vincent continued calmly. From the look of his expression, he had already expected this result.

"You must be very proud now." Woody said.

"Satisfied with this kind of heartfelt pleasure, is it something you and I can ask for?" Vincent replied.

Woody saw that the other party was playing Tai Chi with himself, so he made it clear: "It took me about ten seconds before I came here. I fully speculated about your plan." He said, "I think this plan is mainly It consists of two parts... One. Through these forty-eight hours of concessions, Li Ruoyu can continue to maintain an upper-middle level of strength, and will not enter the strongest group prematurely. Her game time is relatively restrained. , The two-day loss is not too big, is it?"

Vincent smiled, basically tacitly accepting this.

"Secondly, the target you asked us to bet against this time, naturally has a purpose." Woody said: "Six strong people gathered in a melee, which is a good thing for their growth. Even though It’s a loser, and it can’t be said that it’s nothing. It’s just the experience of fighting top masters. It’s not much.” He changed his expression slightly: “And the most important point is... like this script, the ultimate winner will be Get a reborn promotion. Hehehe..." He laughed for a while: "It seems that you want to take this opportunity to create a person who can compete with the ghost."

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Vincent asked rhetorically.

"Tsk tsk, unpredictable, hehe..." Woody's wretched laughter revealed bursts of chills, "Before the game is about to enter the middle of the game, the original pattern of the top combat power is broken. 'Chaos' laid the groundwork for it."

"Would you like to see Guixiao dominate alone?" Vincent smiled.

"Hey...it's not. But if I choose now, I will let the person who bet be behind the leading group just like you. In a safer and more favorable position instead of passing Early showing the edge." Woody replied.

"It's better to blame me than to blame Feng Bujue." Vincent said: "You don't even know how far this chess piece in your hand can go... Then is he still a chess piece?"

"Huh..." Woody helped his glasses, "I didn't see him as a chess piece from the beginning... People like Feng Bujue are destined to be chess players, not chess pieces.

You can only play games, not control. "

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A few minutes ago, the game world. Gotham City.

Feng Bujue fired both grenades, sending the seven kills away from the script.

As the enemy team column, next to the name of the seven kills turned into [Dead] status, the system prompt also sounded immediately: [The current mission has been completed, the main task has been completed]

The item [Be the only surviving player in the script] in the taskbar was also checked.

[You have completed the script, it will be sent automatically after 180 seconds]

"Huh..." Feng Bujue stood up unsteadily and let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the night sky.

When the stamina level returned to more than 30 points at an extremely slow speed, he felt much better, at least there was no obstacle to sitting, standing and walking. It seems that this value is a hurdle. When the player's body is exhausted, the period of time from 0 to 30 is considered a recessive DeBuff state.

"It seems that your business is over. Now it's time to calculate the account between us." At this moment, Ye Wing's voice came.

Feng Bujue looked back, six or seven heroes of Shenwang stood in a row, majestic and majestic.

"Tim is not dead." Feng Bujue said: "The video is fake, he is still alive, in the hands of a double-faced man. Mr. Dante and I want to frame the Penguins and anger you. This way he I can become an underground king, and I...can rob the bat cave when you lose your mind and come out of the nest. Of course, my original plan was later disrupted."

In just a few words, the amount of information is quite large. When the heroes hear the words, their expressions change. Surprise, joy, and doubt, each accounting for 30%. In the end, the leading Nightwing stood up and replied: "Even if what you said is true, it is true that you killed the police and assisted the double-faced man, you..." Before he could finish his words, it was because of a move by Feng Bujue. stunned.

Jeem didn't do anything else, just took out a tattered cloak.

"There are some things that Bruce can never teach you." Feng Bujue didn't put on the cloak, just holding a corner of the fabric in one hand and letting it fly in the air.

"Don't talk to me about the so-called'crimes'." Brother Jue's tone became sophisticated and frustrated: "In this city, there are many people you regard as lunatics. They spread anarchism and madness. The way.

But as long as they know what anarchism is and what is madness in their hearts, they still cannot be called outright madness.

A group of people like this can still understand what a ‘crime’ is. "

While speaking, he backed away towards the edge of the building, "And I...different from them." He smiled weirdly: "My existence is a symbol of anarchism and madness."

"What are you going to do!" Ye Wing seemed to realize something, and quickly stepped forward and approached Feng Bujue.

"Sinners can be condemned~IndoMTL.com~Evil is immortal. Evil itself cannot be judged, and those who are tempted to fall will never disappear." Feng Bujue had reached the edge of the roof at this time. , Taking a step back will fall, but he still smiles fearlessly, holding the cloak dancing in the air with one hand, "I let my opponent take off this cloak because I don’t want to be with the one wearing this People fight."

"Listen, jump down from here..." Yeyi also saw what Feng Bujue was going to do, and he began to persuade the other party.

"Those who defend justice will carry the faith and responsibility represented by this cloak." Feng Bujue withdrew from the last step, "and those who pursue chaos will eventually return to chaos."

Ye Yi rushed forward, trying to hold Feng Bujue, but only grabbed the cloak that was thrown out by the opponent.

The frantic laughter wandered freely in the wind, and as Feng Bujue fell, it gradually drifted away in the night sky.

But in the end, no corpses landed...

The madness at that moment seems to have become eternal. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)